Calligram

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calligraphy by Sue Delp

tendons stretch and shrink

hoofs clop and hop and cantor:

graceful show for all

trust

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photo by Meredith DeLoca

caught between fight/flight

choose trust: the grace within to

breathe and wait and know

What A Woman Wants

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illustrator: Cher JIANG

to be loved and honored;

not muscles, hubris, possession,

to serve as a source!

Living on the Fringe

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It’s the birthday of Joseph Mitchell (books by this author), born in Fairmont, North Carolina (1908). He was a writer for The New Yorker magazine for many years. His stories focused on people living on the fringe in New York City. They featured gypsies, alcoholics, the homeless, fishmongers, and a band of Mohawk Indians who worked as riveters on skyscrapers and bridges and had no fear of heights. Much of his journalism is included in the book Up in the Old Hotel (1992). While at The New Yorker, Joseph Mitchell interviewed criminals, evangelists, politicians, and celebrities. He said that he was a good interviewer because he had lost the ability to detect insanity. He listened to everyone, even those who were crazy, as if they were sane. He said, “The best talk is artless, the talk of people trying to reassure or comfort themselves.”

Mitchell published his last book in 1965, Joe Gould’s Secret, about a man who said that he learned the language of seagulls and was now writing the longest book in the world. For the next 30 years, Mitchell kept going to his New Yorker office without publishing another word.

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It’s the birthday of novelist Bharati Mukherjee (books by this author), born in Calcutta, India (1940). She said: “As a bookish child in Calcutta, I used to thrill to the adventures of bad girls whose pursuit of happiness swept them outside the bounds of social decency. Tess of the d’Urbervilles, Emma Bovary, and Anna Karenina lived large in my imagination.”

Mukherjee’s novels include The Tiger’s Daughter (1971), Jasmine (1989), Desirable Daughters (2004), and, most recently, Miss New India (2011).

My Creative Niece

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NO WORDS NECESSARY!

When I Turned Seveny-five

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When I turned seventy-five,
I bought central air-conditioning
a garage
red hair
bird feeders
a thule
a silver Rogue
a red lynx scooter
20 long cotton dresses
a purple hurricane
30 scarves
50 red geraniums
orchids
Christmas cactus
fresh fruits, bread and fish
Tempurpedic mattresses
and a real John Deer Tractor for my grandchildren.

When I turned seventy-five,
I inherited
my Grandma’s body type
my 60 year old mid-western mate
my industriousness
my old lady sense of humor
all my purple possessions
red hats
daughter, son and in-laws
who show middle-age wisdom
and a promise of years to come
as grandparents of
notoriety.

Do Spirits Care?

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illustrator: Jeongho Son

Do Spirits Care?

When someone morphs to spirit form
And leaves his love below

Does he perceive with interest
Her beating heart, her forlorn tears?

Does his spirit smile with joyous breath
When glee sends ripples through her chest?

And does he clap when she takes risks
To touch transparent thoughts of him?

And each sighs deeply in the thrust
From time to sweet eternity?

Shedding Pounds

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shed 33 pounds!

8 hours of sleep (stress free)

and trust weighs nothing

Light

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went to Paris France

studied light on city’s thighs:

luminosity

Point of View

Thank you Sally Fisher for the inspiration on one of my favorite psalms!

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illustrator: Karolina Kucharski

Here In The Psalm

by Sally Fisher

I am a sheep
and I like it
because the grass
I lie down in
feels good and the still
waters are restful and right
there if I’m thirsty
and though some valleys
are very chilly there is a long
rod that prods me so I
direct my hooves
the right way
though today
I’m trying hard
to sit at a table
because it’s expected
required really
and my enemies—
it turns out I have enemies—
are watching me eat and
spill my drink
but I don’t worry because
all my enemies do
is watch and I know
I’m safe if I will
just do my best
as I sit on this chair
that wobbles a bit
in the grass
on the side of a hill.

“Here In The Psalm” by Sally Fisher from Good Question. © Bright Hills Press…

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